WeBSTAR'S PAiN

 With My poems                                  My Soul is attached.  

Don't blame it on being Black               The fact is I Lack .    

        Never had a hand me down to ease the load on My Back.

A world of subtract.

This world leaves you in debt ,            wIth  the camera right there,            just 2 see how you react.

                                       Paying more for rent ,      then eating ,          three time of a day   

                       Hotel living ,            because i am not there kind,               a job is no way .

Dealing was my only option , distribating and copping,   fast lane to  Jail or Hell.

Where did I fail?                                  I aint living well.

If i am dealing with a broken home ,how could I cope in school

Broken Rulez                         was the way I was             Yes, acting a fool.

No Brother or Sisters was in My Home.

So now I Am use to it ,               I Love to be Alone.

  MOMMA DO YOU CARE!!!?

"How come your mom, didn't do her job, to raise her own Son", from My GrandParents was all I Hear.

It wasn't the Drugs                               that Fried ur Brain                   it was being Here.                     

            Now you see My Pain ,          of were You Wish 4 ,           Death to be Near.